Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
ABC,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.